Her Little Hands, Your Perfect Fit

HER LITTLE HANDS, YOUR PERFECT FIT. She loved the fit Yours were big, calloused and hard Working hands you called em Hers’ were soft, small Angel hands you liked to tease her Yet you held her ooh so tenderly And you never smashed her up Her little hands dirty with mud You held them under the rushing water She tried to catch the rainbow bubbles As you scrubbed them clean...her little hands. She watched you clean And begged to help You smiled and held her little hands ‘’they are so small this hands Wait till they grow,’’ you said But still you helped her think she helped. She watched your hands till the land And guide her little growing hands, You smiled and said “my angel is growing.” She watched them grow gain strength She watched them learn all you could teach them Well now she laughs and says,” sit and rest put your feet up My little hands will help you now.” Her little hands your perfect fit.